In which, Robin Buckley's younger sister tries to help save Hawkins from Vecna while nursing a broken heart over her dead boyfriend and being a part of an unexpected love triangle.
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Contains dark themes (drug use, death, g...
( songs for the chapter ) the painter on his way to work // clint mansell nina, o sia la pazza per amore // cecilia bartoli
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Ruby, Max and Lucas walked into what seemed to be the living room.
There was a large disheveled fancy couch against the main wall, a nice looking chessboard and it's pieces, which would be a lot nicer if they weren't covered in cobwebs of course, on a table that was placed a few feet in front of the couch.
"This place is a mess." Lucas frowned.
"Looks like there weren't many maintenance workers running around in the past three decades." Ruby halfheartedly joked.
"It was probably too hard to get through the front door, I guess." Max chimed in.
The room was dark. Ruined. The years were definitely not kind to the deserted Creel house. Red wallpapers turned to an ashy dark orange, the pattern splayed all over it almost impossible to find, and the material itself was now torn in multiple places. The single window was covered from the outside, blocking the light of day that currently shines. Only a few white rays could get through the wood planks that covered the big window from the exterior of the house. The art pieces, that were probably chosen carefully by the late Mrs. Creel now hung uneven and dangling, covered in dust and cobwebs.
A shiver went down Ruby's spine as they entered the room fully. Her eye immediately caught the one gold framed painting above the couch. She looked at it closely, trying to remove some of the dust and observe the fine brushes of the paint that took the artist days to form, days to express on the canvas the image in their head. The feelings in their hearts. It was sad. Really sad, to see abandoned houses like these. To see the things those people left behind. Things they were forced to leave behind because of Vecna.
Staring at the old unkempt painting, Ruby was instantly thrown back to last summer. She spent most of it interning in The Art Institute of Chicago, and it was one of the best experiences of her life. Art always seemed to call her. To speak to her in languages that most people didn't understand. She could look at a single painting or sculpture for hours upon hours. And this specific museum in Chicago, that held a special place in her heart, that she adored so much, had so many breathtaking paintings. Works of so many world changing artists. Works like Wood's American Gothic, Picasso's The Old Guitarist, Van Gogh's The Bedroom, Renoir's Two Sisters (On the Terrace) and so many more.
She remembered submitting an application for the internship.
She remembered getting accepted.
How Robin squealed and squeezed her so hard, but then started crying about how she won't see her sister for a whole month. That now she needs to get a job cause she would be bored out of her mind alone in Hawkins for the entirety of June. It was amazing how quickly Robin could go from being completely happy to sad in one millisecond. Amazing. That was her sister. Ruby loved her more than anything in the world.
